"Women's Land Army."
"I thought I threw those things away," said I. "Can't you find the letter?"
"No," said Elizabeth. "No other letter here."
Instantly I realized what I had done.
"It was Mr. Wynn's letter that I threw away," I exclaimed dismayed. "Address and all. I thought it was those pamphlets. How silly of me! Now I can't write to Mr. Wynn!"
"That settles that," said the practical Elizabeth, "and leaves you to take another Government office job or——"
She paused for emphasis, looked straight at me. "Or this!"
Here she waved the paper she'd been studying. It showed pictures of smiling girls in smocks and breeches, busy. They were making butter, they were stacking fodder, they were feeding baby calves out of buckets. Underneath the photographs was written:
"Will YOU do this?"
I stared at Elizabeth.